Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 18:02:10 +0000
From: Blue Boy
Subject: Desperate Housemates
This story is set in the UK Big Brother 2005 House and contains scenes of a
sexual nature between adult males. If this offends you, or you are underage,
or otherwise prohibited by law from viewing such material then please leave
now. Otherwise read on! Nothing in this story should be taken to imply that
either Anthony or Maxwell are gay. I have no knowledge of their true
sexualities.
Thanks to my "publisher" Mikey and his dirty mind for the ideas and
inspiration! Keep em cumming ;-)
Comments and suggestions to blueboy3649@hotmail.com
DESPERATE HOUSEMATES (The Tale of Anthony and Maxwell)
SMACK!
Ant felt the back of Maxwell's flip-flop on his boxers-clad behind for the
umpteenth time during the current series of UK Big Brother.
WHOOSH!
Ant got his revenge by whipping Maxwell hard on the back with a wet
tea-towel.
WALLOP!
Max's flip-flop landed even harder on Ant's other arse cheek, and this time
Ant couldn't help but gasp with the pain. But this was turning him on just
as much as it was hurting him. During their time in the house so far, Ant
and Max had gelled like no other two housemates, they enjoyed each other's
company, made each other laugh, loved to just mess around and play silly
jokes together, and they also found they could talk to each other about
anything. Well, almost anything. Ant had always known he was gay, he just
wasn't ready to come out yet. However, if there was one person he would tell
first, it would be Maxwell, now one of his closest friends. But the added
complication was that he fancied the pants off Max.
Just as the boys called a truce, Big Brother gathered the housemates on the
sofa to announce the results of the latest task. It turned out that Ant was
the winner, and he was called to the diary room to be informed of his prize.
"Anthony, you may take one housemate of your choice, to a secret room for
the afternoon, where you will be provided with alcohol and pizza, there will
be no cameras and you will not be required to wear your microphones."
"Really?" gasped Ant excitedly.
"Yes, Anthony," came Big Brother's ever-monotonous reply. "You will be alone
for the whole afternoon, without Big Brother watching."
"Fookin 'ell! That's fookin class, like. Aye." Anthony made Geordie sound so
fuckin sexy!
There wasn't even for a split second a question of who Ant would choose to
take with him. A whole afternoon of him and Max alone in a room with beer
and pizza, nobody watching, nobody listening, it would be the most perfect
afternoon.
And so, the next day, Ant and Max found themselves in a cute little room,
complete with a luxurious leather sofa, a fridge full of cold beer, a table
full of pizza and snacks, and a stereo with a selection of their favourite
CD's. They ate, they drank, they chatted, all with a huge sense of
liberation, away from Big Brother's prying eyes and inquisitive ears. It
wasn't long before they were both a little tipsy.
"This is great" smiled Ant, as he leaned back on the sofa. He was looking
particularly lush today, in his dark green shorts and his yellow vest, which
showed off that smooth tanned chest. "We don't even have to think about what
we're saying, we can do anything we want!"
"I know what I'd like to do," said Max, giving his cock a little squeeze
through his jeans.
"Oh, god yeah," agreed Ant, suddenly finding himself a little turned on.
"Can't remember the last time I had a decent wank," mused Max.
Ant spoke without even thinking. "Go on, I dare you, get your cock out."
The words "I dare you" were like a challenge to both boys. They'd lost count
of the number of times they'd challenged each other to dares in the house
already.
"You're jokin', ain't ya," laughed Max, and he had no hesitation in
unzipping his flies and pulling his limp cock out. Ant had caught glimpses
of his mate's member before, but this was the first time he was seeing it up
close. Uncut and quite thick, it lay flat and flaccid on Max's thigh. Ant
felt a stirring in his jeans.
"All I need now is some decent porn, and I'm sorted!" laughed Max. "D'you
reckon Big Brother could sort us out wiv some?" he joked.
Ant laughed. "You don't need porn, just use your imagination, I'm sure it's
filthy enough!"
Both boys laughed.
"Or just imagine Saskia walking in naked," suggested Ant.
"Oh, don't start!" said Max. "Anyway, why ain't you got yours out yet?"
Although he was worried he might get a little too excited a little too
easily, Ant had to oblige, pulling his cock out but avoiding looking at Max.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, deciding to concentrate instead
on other thoughts. He thought of his mates back home, and how much he was
missing them; and his family, and how much he was looking forward to seeing
them again; and going back to strutting his funky stuff on the dancefloor.
It was working, his cock was behaving itself perfectly, not even flinching
even when his mind accidentally stumbled across the memory of seeing Max in
the shower for the first time. Ant opened his eyes to try and kill the train
of thought. But he couldn't help but look down at Max's crotch for just a
quick glimpse... and, to his shock and delight, found that Max was hard as a
rock. He had his eyes shut, horny thoughts obviously running through his
dirty mind. Ant's eyes ran up and down Max's body, he had his favourite pink
t-shirt on, his nipples clearly showing through it, his arms resting on his
thighs. Oh man, he looked fuckin gorgeous just lying back with his eyes
closed, that cute, cheeky smile on his face, and that sexy stubble just
adding to his gorgeousness.
Ant felt his cock start to grow, as he absent-mindedly licked his lips at
the sight of Max's stiff dick pointing straight up from out of his flies,
foreskin stretched back. Fuck, he so wanted to touch it. Maybe just run his
fingers gently up and down the shaft and give it a little squeeze. Max still
had his eyes closed. Should he risk it? He might fuck things up, but he was
so fuckin horny now, and he was finding it hard to resist. He knew he
shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. He had to get a little feel of it. His
right hand moved across his body and made his way towards Max's groin. Just
inches away now, he made his final move towards his prize... just a bit
closer now... he was almost there... and then suddenly, Max's hand slid down
and grabbed his own hard cock. Ant backed away. Max opened his eyes.
"We can wank together, can't we, mate?" Max asked.
"Y... yeah..." stuttered Ant, trying not to blush. "Aye, course we can, mate."
Their hard cocks firmly gripped in their hands, both boys started wanking,
softly moaning together. Ant didn't need to think any horny thoughts, the
sight of Max tossing himself off next to him was all the wank fodder he
needed.
"This is weird," said Max.
"What, us wanking together?"
"No, not havin' any porn!" laughed Max. "I always wank over porn. I need
some porn!"
"D'you want us to help, like?"
"How d'ya mean?"
Fuck it, he thought. They were mates. They weren't beyond touching each
other's dicks. He reached over and grabbed Max's stiffy out of his hands,
and before Max had time to object, started wanking it. Max didn't know what
to think, but the only thing he knew was that it felt good. He lay back
again, and took a sip of his beer, letting Ant pleasure him.
"Feels good, don't it? Someone else doing it for you?" smiled Ant.
"Feels fuckin' off the hook!" grinned Max.
Ant took his own rigid knob in his other hand, and started wanking both
cocks at once. This was the horniest thing he'd ever done. He couldn't quite
believe he had Max's thick, hard shaft in between his fingers. He watched as
the foreskin retracted with every jerk, and his big glistening head and
piss-slit came into view, already leaking a little precum.
"All I need now is a blowjob," said Max, with a chuckle. It may have been a
joke to Max but Ant needed no more encouragement. If a blowjob was what Max
wanted, a blowjob was what he was gonna get.
Max looked on in shock, as Ant took away his hand and replaced it with his
mouth. Pursing his lips tightly over Max's shaft, he flicked his tongue
delicately over the head and slit, letting the salty taste of Max's precum
invade his mouth. Max couldn't help but moan with pleasure, as Ant took his
meaty tool deep inside his warm mouth, sucking up more of Max's oozing
precum as he did. His lips slid smoothly up and down the hard, wet shaft,
and Max found himself running his hands through Ant's hair while he sucked
him. He didn't know if this made him gay or anything, but all he knew was
that right now he was getting the best suck of his life.
Max moaned loudly as Ant sucked harder, wrapping his lips even more tightly
around his cock. Horniness was taking over. With the hand that wasn't
casually playing with Ant's soft jet black hair, Max started unbuttoning his
shirt. He had this strange desire of wanting to be completely naked right
now. The shirt was off, and the top button of his jeans was next to undo.
Ant stopped for a moment to let Max slide his jeans and boxers down so that
he was completely naked. "Horny bastard!" grinned Ant, and Max just grinned
back. "I fink you need to get naked too, mate."
Ant wasted no time. The vest was straight off over his head, revealing to
Max that smooth, tanned body, the toned chest with the small, dark nipples,
and a six pack to die for. The shorts and boxers were off in an instant,
exposing his muscular legs and a tight, round arse; an arse that was so pert
and perfect, that it would make Michael Owen jealous.
And so Anthony and Maxwell faced each other, naked, hard and horny, safe in
the knowledge that nobody knew what they were upto. Ant took the opportunity
to get in a better sucking position now, and got on the floor in between
Max's legs, which he opened wide, and put his head in between them, taking
Max's now familiar cock, wet and glistening with a saliva and precum
mixture, back in his hungry mouth. His nose buried in his thick pubes, he
was loving the manly, musky scent of Maxwell.
Max put one hand on Ant's head, gently guiding his mouth up and down his
cock, and with his other hand, softly rubbed his own chest and stomach.
Ant's hands were gently stroking Max's thighs as he continued to blow his
mate, and then one hand ventured a little further upwards, making contact
with Max's hand. To Ant's surprise, Max took hold of his hand and slowly
moved it up his body, letting it glide softly against his smooth skin.
Keeping it clamped under his own hand, he guided it leisurely around his
torso, letting Ant get a good feel and grope, letting him explore his way
around his soft flesh, letting him play with his nipples. Max had never felt
this aroused before; he didn't care that this was his mate, he was more than
comfortable enough with his sexuality not to give a toss about that. He was
just enjoying the moment... enjoying it a little too much infact, as before
either of them knew it, he had climaxed and had started blowing his load
right into Ant's mouth.
"Shit, I'm sorry mate," he whispered, in between gasps and moans, and tried
to get his ejaculating member out of Ant's mouth. But Ant was having none of
it, and kept his lips firmly around it, gulping down Max's warm, creamy
spunk.
Max was bewildered, as no woman had ever swallowed his complete load before.
So Craig and the others were right, Ant was probably gay, but he didn't
care. As long as he got blowjobs like this, Ant could be as gay as he
fucking well liked.
"You horny fuckin' bastard," smiled Max, as Ant swallowed the last of his
load and looked up at him.
"Did you enjoy that?" smiled Ant who, by now, had lost all his inhibitions.
After all, he had just swallowed his mate's cum.
"I always knew you was a little gay boy," teased Max, and Ant just responded
by sliding up his mate's body and planting his soft, supple lips over Max's.
Ok so Max probably wasn't gay, and kissing was probably going a bit far, but
Ant had been wanting to do this for weeks, and he decided this was the
moment for it.
Ant was half-expecting Max to resist and pull away. Actually, Max was fully
expecting himself to resist and pull away. Yet he couldn't explain why he
didn't. He sure wasn't gay but he was open-minded enough to want to do this.
Their wet lips pressed tightly together and their tongues flicked each
other's, as Max felt Ant's hand on his neck and jawline, sensitively
touching it, delicately caressing it, slowly exploring it. Fuck, this was
getting him even more aroused. With a complete lack of any sexual inhibition
now, Max pulled Ant close, wrapped his arms around his naked body and kissed
him even more deeply and passionately. He had never explored another man's
body before, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity to go to waste. He
slid his hand over the front of Ant's naked body, and found he enjoyed the
feel of Ant's silky smooth skin on his fingers. He rubbed his hands over
Ant's toned, hard stomach and groped at his defined chest, tweaking each
nipple in turn, making him shudder.
Ant felt his cock twitch repeatedly, reminding him of the lack of attention
it was receiving. Inspired by his Max's little manoeuvre earlier, Ant took
Max's hand and guided it further down his body, placing it on his throbbing
hard-on. With Max's hand still grasped firmly in his, he wrapped it around
his shaft and started pulling up and down on it. The boys continued to snog
with passion, while they wanked Ant off together, Ant moaning deeply and
loudly into Max's mouth.
Now confident that Max knew what he was doing, Ant pulled his hand away and
started fondling his own balls, while Max continued to toss him off. He ran
his hand through his thick, dark bush of pubes. Fuck, he loved touching
himself, especially while he was being wanked off.
"Faster," he whispered, and Max obliged by picking up the pace, pulling his
foreskin back and forth harder and faster over his leaking head.
"Mmmm faster!" he moaned breathlessly, pressing his lips as tight as he
could over Max's, snogging like there was no tomorrow. He carried on
touching himself all over his sexy body, as Max wanked him as hard and fast
as he could.
Ant continued to moan deeply and loudly, and with one final groan, he
started emptying his load, all over Max's body. Spurt after spurt of Ant's
hot, juicy cum landed first on Max's chest, then his stomach, and Max didn't
let up on the wanking. Soon, Max's body was a gleaming sticky white mess,
and Ant pulled away a little, trying to get his breath back. They were both
smiling at each other, with a mutual new sexual understanding.
"Look what you've done, you dirty bastard," Max said eventually, casting his
eyes up and down his cum-covered body.
"Oh, I think it was you that did that!" laughed Ant. "Want me to lick it
off?"
Not waiting for an answer, Ant proceeded to slide down Max's body and slowly
lick his way up and down it, scooping up his own tasty spunk.
"This, is Big Brother."
The boys jumped at the sound of Big Brother's voice, which announced that
they had another ten minutes left in their secret room. They hurriedly
cleaned themselves up and got dressed, ready to go back and join their
fellow housemates. Only this time, they would have a dirty little secret to
hide from them all. And they were both silently hoping that there would be
more dirty little secrets like this one still to cum. Sorry, come.
But there was another dirty little secret floating about. One that neither
Max nor Ant knew about. For Big Brother hadn't been entirely truthful when
he had promised them that there were no cameras in the secret room. Due to
health and safety reasons, there WAS a camera which was filming the entire
duration of the boys' stay there. Only none of the crew were allowed to
watch it, unless there was an emergency, so it had been recorded and left
unseen by anybody. Some time during the evening, it was discovered that the
tape which had filmed it had gone missing.
That evening, Dermot O'Leary finished the BBLB show, and raced home a little
more eagerly than usual. Slamming the front door shut behind him, he headed
straight for the front room, and put the tape in his VCR. Sneaking into the
nerve centre after the show to steal this videotape had been the riskiest
thing he'd ever done. But he had to know if his growing suspicions about Ant
and Max were true, and if they were, then some of his horniest fantasies
could be about to come true.
The events of the afternoon unfolded on his TV screen, and Dermot couldn't
believe what he was seeing. His cock was hard as soon as the boys got theirs
out, and he wanked along with them, getting carried away and shooting a huge
load all over his living room floor. Good job it was a wooden floor.
Dermot lay in bed that night and wanked again over the image of Ant and Max
naked and playing with each other's cocks. Then he lay awake for a while,
thinking. He wondered what the British public would make of what was on that
tape. And he wondered how much money that tape was worth. But no, it was
worth more than money. His face broke into a devious little smile. What
would that tape be worth to Ant and Max? He surely had the power to make
them to *anything* he wanted them to...
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